It's really tragic*,

but I don't feel alone.

This is a certain winter's story
that's disappeared so suddenly.

Differing from my heart, I put my words to use.

Don't forgive me now.

Where did you go?

My fingers are cold
and I can't move;
it's as if I didn't know anything.

I remember the smell of the sea.

Even more, the thoughts I wish I'd told you,
floating midair.

The seasons will always pass by ever so quickly,

yet why am I just standing here?

It's stopped, but

I still want you to forgive me.

I'm desolated, even if I scream it out

you're not here anymore.
No matter where I stand,
you're always in the scenery.

A certain winter's story, the sea and the white breaths,

soon start to disappear.
I wonder if someday I'm going to change.

If I could have just understood your feelings once more.

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